Monthly Archives: September 2010

So we’re doing it again*. The DIY stuff. The home improvement rewarding/pain in the ass stuff. The entire day was spent with The Boyfriend and his Brother, moving furniture upstairs and moving furniture downstairs. No mean feat, considering how teeny-narrow … Continue reading →

It’s what you make it. Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it? But, right along there with the Greener Grass Syndrome, perspective is what you make of it. The things that you choose to focus on (the negativity, the annoying habits, the … Continue reading →

He’s what keeps me grounded. He’s my logic, my reason and my motivation. He’s the constant smiling-laughing-talking-kissing reminder of why I do what I do. His are the blue eyes of unquestioning trust. Of love and necessity and the absolutely … Continue reading →

The last month has been ridiculous. Longer, even. I’d say the last six weeks have just been one long blur. Between getting sick, having a sick Kid, having a (still) sick Boyfriend and working 0n a handful of different things … Continue reading →

He’s a waterbaby, all of a sudden. Three swimming lessons later, and he’s loving the swimming pool. Loving going underwater, and getting his face wet. Loving jumping into the pool, and kicking about with his father. My baby is learning … Continue reading →

I was surprised the other day, when someone (actually a few someones) asked me if The Boyfriend was The Kid’s father. On account of how I always refer to him as The Boyfriend (as opposed to what, exactly, I wonder. … Continue reading →

I am entirely grateful and utterly ecstatic that it’s Friday. Although I don’t anticipate much peace and quiet this weekend. It’s The Boyfriend’s 30th birthday tomorrow – and we’re having a small family thing at his parent’s house. Then we’re … Continue reading →

I came across this the other day, on Amanda Sevasti’s blog. A post listing a few short differences between Jozi and Cape Town drivers. One of the points that struck me: “Traffic circles: I keep getting hooted at when I … Continue reading →